The sneering cat had a creepy smile on his face as he looked at Yang Zhen and grinned, "Kid, it seems someone is looking down on you, saying you can't cross the Thunder Sea!"
Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "Don't worry too much about what others say; they are noisier than mosquitoes. All I hear is buzzing in my ears. So, tell me, are we going with freestyle or breaststroke?"
The sneering cat looked at Yang Zhen with disdain and said, "Don't think I don't know, you can only do the dog paddle!"
"Damn it, what's wrong with the dog paddle?" Yang Zhen glared and said, "Don't underestimate the dog paddle; it's the most practical swimming technique."
The surrounding group of Half-step Great Saints, upon hearing the words of Yang Zhen and the sneering cat, stopped their jumping around and looked at Yang Zhen and the sneering cat on his shoulders with faces full of absurdity.
Dog paddle? Freestyle or breaststroke?
Why don't you just fly to the sky?
